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Dear Diary
007. Days
by Fiyero Oberon

November 19th, 1354

Dear Diary,

I have vowed to keep a journal for my father, and thus far I have done a poor job of keeping track of the events of university life. I suspect he will be reviewing them upon my return so that he may keep up on where I am, how my standings remain, how my opinions vary, and so forth. He wants to keep an eye on his little girl, or so I guess. I suppose I, being the good daughter, should remain faithful to my father.

Days at Shiz are always either long or short, never a healthy medium. Sometimes time seems to drag, the second hand of each tick tock letting itself linger as much as possible before moving, the minute hand winding its way, slowly and lazily, round the face of the clock. Listen to me, so poetic in handwriting, so formal and elegant. I suppose I am rather formal and elegant in person, but never so poetic. No, Elphaba is the sister who is generally gifted in speaking out.

But anyway, back to the days at Shiz. In contrast to these slow, hot Gillikin days, there are always the days that seem to fly by faster than one can blink. These are usually the days that start out comfortably – anything uncomfortable must drag by, it is the natural way of things.

I have been rooming with the headmistress, which has been quite an experience. She's very fussy about her fashion, quite the opposite of sister mine, and has an enormous vanity that she spends more time in front of than is necessary. Ah well, it is not my place to say how much make-up the Madame should and should not wear.

I honestly expected life to be a bit difficult without Elphaba at my side, ready to help me and aid me when I need it, but I have adjusted quite well. I surprised myself a bit, honestly.

The Madame is entering, dairy, and so here I must leave you. Or should I say that I must leave my father? Ah well, if he is spying on me by way of this journal he shall know I know when he reads this, will he not? Indeed.

Always,

Nessarose